Couple in the next room Bound to win a prize they’ve been
goin’ at it all night long Well I’m tryin to get some sleep but these
motel walls are cheap Lincoln Duncan is my name and here’s my
song here’s my songMy father was a fisherman my mama was a fisherman’s friend And
I was born in the boredom and the chowder.
So when I reached my prime I left my home in the maritimes
headed down the turnpike for New England, Sweet New England.
solo:
Holes in my confidence holes in the knees of my jeans I’s
left without a penny in my pocket Oo hoo hoo wee I’s a – bout
destituted as a kid could be And I wish I wore a ring so I could
hock it I’d like to hock it
A young girl in a parking lot was preachin to a crowd singin.
sacred songs and reading from the bible Well I
told her I was lost and she told me all about the Pentecost And I
seen that girl as the road to my surviv – – – – – – al
solo :
Just latter on the very same night when I
crept to her tent with a flashlight and my long years of innocence
ended Well she took me to the woods sayin’
”Here comes somethin’ and it feels so good!” And just like a dog I was
befriended I was befriended
Oh oh what a night Oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers. I was
playin’ my guitar lying underneath the stars Just
thankin’ the lord for my fingers for my fingers
fade out :
